To Bask In Breastford Chapter 14

To Bask In Breastford by bustyalix

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"This place is cold. It gives me the creeps."

Natalie Knockers was pacing back and forth on the white tiles of a very large living room floor. The ceiling stood some fifty feet above her, and she guessed that it probably went on for a mile.

Paula Swanson was sitting on a red couch, which appeared to be some sort of velvet, shaking her head at Natalie in disapproval.

"You didn't have to come, you know,” she said.

Natalie laughed as she finally sat down opposite Paula. She gazed passed her and rested her chin on her hand.

"If only that were true - - " Natalie replied.

"You could've at least changed, then,” Paula said.

Natalie looked down at her hip hugging jeans and frilly pink top. The top had a large portion cut out around the collar like a v-neck, and it was encrusted with mock jewellery all the way around. The two straps holding it up looked as though they were on the verge of snapping in the wake of her heaving chest.

"She couldn't think any less of me than she already does,” Natalie said, confidently.

Paula opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off as she heard the tapping of heels echo into the room. Natalie's eyes went wide and she quickly walked around the coffee table separating her from Paula. She sat down on the red couch, next to her friend.

Before long, a woman stood adjacent to them. She wore a white button up and smart blue blazer, along with a matching blue skirt. The blazer seemed to fit her comfortably, but the white top underneath looked to be struggling against her massive breasts.

She brushed some brown locks away from her face and fixed the dark rimmed glasses she wore before taking a seat across from the two other women.

"So glad the two of you could come - - " She began.

She placed a manila folder on the table in front of her and peered at the two busty women, giving her an air of authority over them. She closed the deal by stealing a quick glance at her own huge rack, which was considerably bigger than Paula or Natalie's.

"Not at all, Evelyn," Paula said in response, “To what do we owe this honor?"

"Well, as I'm sure you know, I'm not here for myself."

"Of course,” Paula replied.

"That being said," Evelyn continued, “It seems the person I'm here on behalf of has had a problem with the last batch you gave her."

"Oh!" Paula said, slapping her forehead in remembrance, “No need to say any more. I've long since corrected the problem. I can't believe I let this slip my mind. Too much going on in school, I suppose."

The three women laughed with friendliness.

"I see." Evelyn said, “Then I assume you know what I'm going to ask next?"

Paula looked over at Natalie, who simply turned her glance.

"Yes,” Paula said, blinking as she turned back to the busty woman across from her, “I'm assuming two vials, as per usual?"

"Not exactly," Evelyn answered, “It seems she's had a bit of a change of heart."

The two women looked at each other in surprise.

"Oh?" Paula said.

"Yes." Evelyn said, fiddling with her glasses, “It seems she'll be needing ten vials of the stuff."

"Ten?"

The two women sat up abruptly.

"I - - I'm - - “ Paula stuttered as she struggled to find the right words, “I - - I'm afraid I can't allow that. It's still in its testing phase. I'm afraid that any more than a few vials could have dire consequences."

Evelyn leaned back and crossed her arms.

"Did you not fix the problem?"

"I did,” Paula stated, “I found that liquefying the substance increases its potency. It's much stronger than the last batch. But new problems have arisen."

Evelyn brushed her hair with her hand.

"Such as?" she asked.

"Well I - - They're - - " Again, Paula was struggling to find words, “They're yet to be known. But I still have much more testing to do before it's ready for such extensive use."

"Shall we settle on a compromise, then?" Evelyn asked.

Paula looked at her in intrigue.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Five vials." Evelyn said, “I think that would be enough to satisfy her needs while still giving you peace of mind."

"Well - - I - - I suppose,” Paula said.

"Of course - - " Evelyn continued, “There's still the off chance that she'll need more. In which case - - "

Paula and Natalie were both looking at her intently. She had their undivided attention.

"Well. I think you know,” she said.

Paula nodded in agreement.

Evelyn now sat up properly and turned to Natalie.

"Natalie - - " she said.

"Yes?" Natalie replied.

"How goes our situation with the new hire?"

Natalie bit her lip as she struggled to answer the question. Fortunately, Paula answered it for her.

"Natalie had the, um - - displeasure of experiencing him just a few days ago."

"Anything to report?" Evelyn asked, unsympathetically.

"No. No news,” Natalie stated confidently.

"Good." Evelyn said, clapping her hands together, “I won't lie to you, ladies. We were beginning to worry."

"Why's that?" Natalie asked, curiously.

"Well just for the sheer fact that he's still around." Evelyn said quickly, “And because - - "

The two women leaned in, they were hanging on her every word.

Evelyn seemed to be struggling with this next statement.

"Because we were afraid there was something we had not accounted for."

"You mean, besides his wife?" Natalie asked.

"Yes." Evelyn stated.

"Well," Natalie said, “Sorry to disappoint, but everything is ship-shape."

"Mmm. Yes." Evelyn said, peering at Natalie over her glasses.

There was a brief moment of silence, but Evelyn finally broke it.

"That concludes our business for today, ladies,” she said, “Meeting adjourned."

The two women said their goodbyes, and soon Evelyn was shutting the door after them.

* * * * * * * * * *

The light was on, but it was still dark as Coach Steven Blue opened his eyes. As the blackness faded and he became accustomed to the light, he remembered the last thing he had seen: two bras from two busty blonde teens falling towards him. He quickly reached up to his face and frantically searched his entire head. Across from him, he could see his own reflection in the mirror. After seeing how stupid and pointless this all was he stood up, leaned against his desk, and buried his face in his hands.

He was interrupted, however, by a knock on the door.

Just as he was about to shout for whomever it was to just walk in, the door opened and Samantha walked in anyway.

"I came to check on you,” she said, closing the door behind her.

Coach Blue looked at her, and his eyes filled with anger. He stomped towards her and threw his hands out against the door, trapping Samantha between his bulky arms.

Samantha turned her head in fear as though she were about to be struck.

"You lied!" Coach Blue spat.

"I - - I did not!" Samantha stuttered.

It was hard for Coach Blue to tell if Samantha was crying, or laughing. Either way, it pissed him off more.

"You said if I did this - - this - - this THING with you then I would have - - "

He stopped as he realized how irrational that sounded.

"I never said that!" Samantha said calmly.

"You said that if I - - that if me and you - - and - - oh my god - - my wife? Oh my god - - "

It was clear now. Samantha was laughing as she was pinned against the door. She was having a ball as she heard the words coming out of his mouth.

"You're a pig,” she said, “But even pigs need it, and since I know how much you dislike your wife there's only one place you can get it!"

She was speaking as though her words were arrows and her mouth was launching them.

"Oh my god - - " Coach Blue said, backing away. He was staring at his hands as though they were unfamiliar to him.

"Sooner or later you'll realize that you need me!" Samantha said, “And when you do you'll realize that bigger really is better - - and not where you think it counts!"

Coach Blue almost stumbled over his own desk as his rear came into contact with it.

Samantha was laughing like a hyena as Coach Blue struggled to keep his composure.

"Look at you!" She laughed, “You thought you were gonna get it all, and instead you got me."

Her laughing now stopped and her eyes filled with tears. Her face reddened as she grew angry.

"YOU GOT ME!" she shouted in anger.

Coach Blue was scared. Not by the hideous woman that stood before him, yelling, but by the things he had done with her. And the things he had done with his wife - - what had he been thinking?

"You got me - - " Samantha continued, as she hung her head and swiped her hands across her face.

She raised her head and looked back at the coach as she dried her tears. She stared at his muscles and finely toned body - -

"So - - " she said, as her hand reached behind her and turned the door knob, “We're gonna have fun together. I suggest you drink lots of water."

Coach Blue only stared at her as she opened the door and backed out into the doorway.

"And get ready to saddle up,” she said.

She licked her lips and stole one last glance at his hard body before closing the door for good, leaving Coach Blue to bask in disappointment.

* * * * * * * * * *

The air was warm as Brittany Bust kicked off from the ground and flew into the air. She was sitting on a swing in the Biguns' yard, and Brooke Biguns was standing next to it.

"I just can't stand her sometimes,” Brooke said.

Brittany let her feet drag across the ground until the swing stopped. She turned to her friend as she swung back and forth, ever so slowly.

"She's under a lot of pressure,” Brittany said.

Brooke threw her head in the air and laughed. Her blonde hair flew backwards and trailed down her back. Her back had a slight arch, which increased the curves in her silhouette. Indeed, she looked like a model the way her big boobs jutted out and her hair flew freely in the warm air.

"She hasn't even been inducted yet."

"But she's going to be,” Brittany said, throwing her hair back with her hands. She, too, arched her back as she sat on the swing. Her own pair of big, busty boobs jutted out as she looked up at Brooke.

"Not for a while, she's not,” Brooke said, “She thinks she can boss us around just because of those big - - “

"Look - - " Brittany said, interrupting her, “The bottom line is, if we want Nina to take us with her then we've got to be nice to her. So suck it up."

Brooke turned to look at Brittany.

"And then what?" she said, “Suck it up some more?"

Brittany shrugged.

"Brooke Biguns does not suck,” Brooke said, sternly, “Anything. Not even - - “

"Look!" Brittany said, pointing across the street, “Isn't that Coach Blue?"

The two girls looked across the street and watched as Coach Blue's car pulled into the driveway. The door opened and they saw him get out. He looked angry as he stomped down across the driveway to the front door.

"Coach Blue!" The two girls screamed.

The befuddled coach immediately turned in their direction. Brittany and Brooke continued to arch their backs. Their hands went to their curvy sides and behind their heads in various poses as their big tits continued to heave atop their massive racks.

Coach Blue gasped as he saw one busty teen sitting on a swing and flaunting her gorgeous melons for him while her busty friend stood next her and did the same. The girls saw him reach for his crotch, and then they heard him grunt something inaudibly before he stomped his way into the house. They laughed as he disappeared from sight.

When the laughing was over, Brooke turned to her friend.

"We really did a number on him, didn't we?" Brooke said.

"Yeah!" Brittany laughed.

Brooke's voice now changed to a solemn tone.

"Look," she said, “Last time was too close for comfort."

"Yeah,” Brittany said, in all seriousness, “I see what you mean."

"I don't think we should do it anymore,” Brooke said, sitting down next to her friend.

"I don't think we should, either,” Brittany replied, “I mean, we almost had to - - “

"I know,” Brooke said.

"But what happens if something comes up?" Brittany asked.

It was silent while Brooke gathered her thoughts.

"We end it. For good,” she said, finally.

"You mean - - ?" Brittany asked, gesturing to their big racks.

"Yeah,” Brooke said, looking down at her massive jugs.

"Wow,” Brittany said, “I guess there won't be an after."

"Nope,” Brooke replied, “But if, by some chance, he does pull through - - I think he'll have learned his lesson."

"Definitely,” Brittany said, staring across the street.

Silence took over the conversation again, but after a while Brittany broke it.

"Hey can I borrow that top?" she asked.

"The extra small one that makes your boobs look like bowling balls?"

"Yeah!" Brittany said.

"No,” Brooke said, “I'm saving that one for me."

"Oh,” Brittany said, disappointed. "Then what about that other one that - - “

"It ripped off,” Brooke cut her off.

"Do you have anything I can borrow?" Brittany asked, with mock frustration, “Preferably something that makes my boobs look bigger than yours?"

Brooke laughed.

"That's impossible,” she said, “But let's go see what looks good on you."

Happily, she and Brittany got off the swing and went inside.

* * * * * * * * * *

Coach Blue was staring up at the ceiling as Laura sloppily slurped on his dick. He didn't think there was such a thing as a bad blowjob, but his wife was proving him wrong. How could such a sloppy blowjob be so bad?

"Ouch!" he yelled as he felt Laura's teeth sink into him, “Quit it!"

"Sorry - - " she said.

"Jeez, Laura, don't bite it! What the hell are you thinking?"

"I just thought it would be kinky,” she said, disappointed.

Coach Blue sighed deeply.

"Aw fuck it." He said, “What does it matter? Do whatever you want."

Although a little confused, Laura decided to cease biting and go back to tounging it - - badly.

The frustrated coach just stared up at the ceiling and sighed. He didn't even know how this blowjob had started. He had simply come home and collapsed on the bed when all of a sudden his wife had walked in and began taking off his pants.

Given recent events, he had lost the will to do anything to stop this.

But suddenly his will came back as he felt a distinct change in Laura's mouth and tongue. He felt her tongue swirl around his head with expert care before taking his entire length clean into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on it for a few minutes before taking it out and running her tongue up and down his shaft, stopping at the top and bottom to lick his balls and then his head. She began smoothing him out with gentle kisses, she kissed her way from bottom to top and when she got to the head her tongue came into the picture and she began a full on make out session with his cock as though she were in love with it.

"Oh my god - - " he moaned, “Laura - - "

She felt Laura immediately pull him out of her mouth, but she continued to keep him warm and throbbing by stroking him.

"Gross!" she said, “You're thinking about that fat-ass?"

Coach Blue sat up and gazed down at his crotch. Gretchen Swanson was between his legs. She had his cock in her small petite hand and was stroking it at a calm pace. She had a look of disgust and offense on her pretty face.

"You!" Coach Blue said, startled, “You - - “

"Shut up,” Gretchen said, cutting him off by sticking his cock in her mouth.

Coach Blue's eyes rolled to the back of his head as the busty teen swallowed him up. He fell back on the bed as his cock throbbed inside the busty brunette's warm, expert mouth. He was throbbing like he hadn't had a blowjob in years - - and it sure felt that way.

"Here, Nina. You give it a try."

As soon as he heard the words, Coach Blue frantically sat up. The bed squeaked and shook as the coach struggled to sit up as fast as he could. As he struggled, he saw the busty babe Nina Knockers crouching down next to Gretchen between his legs. He was comfortable, and in awe, as Nina adjusted herself and grew comfy as well, her big tits bulging out into his legs.

Coach Blue moaned as his legs came into contact with her thin gray shirt - - and the huge melon underneath. It was warm and soft, and he almost blew it right then and there as Gretchen stroked him off.

Nina's girlish face was just inches from Gretchen's as Gretchen lightly passed her the coach's rock hard torch. Both she and Gretchen were looking up at him as she lowered her head and tilted her face forward so that the tip was even with her nose. Gretchen scrunched her face at the coach ominously, knowing that he was going to enjoy this.

"Ok,” Nina said, batting an eye at the coach, playfully, “But I've never done this before - - "

Gretchen licked the head of his cock as Nina's tongue slowly inched out and batted his shaft. Coach Blue was in heaven as the two busty babes tongue bathed him over and over. He could hardly believe Nina would even do such a thing, and just seeing her engage in the activity was more arousing than the activity itself.

Coach Blue leaned back on his arms as his cock protruded between the mouths of both girls. They now took to kissing it, as though it was a scraped knee and they were giving it the utmost care.

He let out a deep breath just as the girls each took a side as though they were playing the same harmonica. He didn't know if he would make it through this without blowing his load, and he didn't care. All he knew was that Nina Knockers and Gretchen Swanson were blowing him at the same time, and there was nothing wrong.

Just as he was starting to enjoy the busty, double-blowjob he felt someone curling up next to him. Not long after, he felt someone curl up on his other side as well.

"Having fun with our daughters?"

He snapped out of the trance Gretchen and Nina had put him in and realized that their mothers, Natalie and Paula, were right next to him.

"Girls, don't touch that. You don't know where it's been,” Paula said.

Coach Blue frowned as did Gretchen and Nina. The two teens immediately ceased all activity between his legs. But Gretchen's frown soon turned into a smile.

"Maybe not," she said, “But I know where it's going."

She lurched down over his cock until her lips were touching the bottom of his shaft. Coach Blue's eyes went wide as Gretchen deep-throated him and Nina looked at the two of them and smiled.

She looked at Coach Blue with seduction in her eyes, her big boobs pressing into his legs.

"Do you want to have sex with me and my busty mom?" Nina asked.

Coach Blue was taken aback by the question, but he managed to nod excitedly.

Gretchen pulled him out of her mouth. Saliva dripped down his length and made it shine.

"How about me and my mom?" she asked.

"And afterwards - - " Natalie said, leaning into him, “We could put the girls to bed and Paula and I can have you all to ourselves - - "

Coach Blue moaned as the thought entered his mind. Below him, Gretchen was busy bobbing up and down on his cock. At his sides, two busty MILFs were pressing their heaving chests into him and toying with his face and ears playfully.

"You know what you have to do."

He quickly searched behind Nina and Gretchen and found that Brooke Biguns was standing behind them, along with her friend Brittany Bust.

"Yeah, Coach - - " Brittany said as she and Brooke leaned down over Gretchen and Nina respectively.

The two girls leaned over Gretchen's shoulders and stared up and the excited coach as their mouths inched their way closer to his dick. Gretchen released the grip her mouth had on him and let him slip out from between her lips. The two blondes immediately began teasing him by blowing hot breath on the tip.

Brittany leaned forward and kissed the head passionately. Eventually she took his tip into her mouth, coaxing a rather long moan from Coach Blue.

Brooke was busy fishing around between Gretchen's hooters. Gretchen had taken to giving Brooke's massive breasts the same treatment, smiling at them as they bounced right next to her face. Brooke finally pulled her hand out from Gretchen's busty cleavage and revealed a gold necklace, weighed down by a golden key.

The three girls looked at him and smiled. Brittany pulled the tip of his cock out of her mouth. Just as she did her face was hit by one of Nina's massive jugs, as was Gretchen's. The girls were taken by surprise, initially, but soon took to kissing each of her busty, massive melons as they pushed their way into the circle the girls had created around the coach.

Nina looked up at him solemnly, as the other girls threw him seductive glances.

"Do it,” she said.

Brooke and Brittany now left the circle and moved around the side of the bed, behind the coach. Paula and Natalie were nowhere to be found.

"Drink the potion - - " Nina urged.

She and Gretchen now rose up so that their chests were even with each other. They took their big breasts and began jiggling them around in their hands.

Coach Blue moaned as he felt Brooke and Brittany's big tits press into him from behind. Their huge racks brushed against his back and slid around his sides, stopping around his arms. He had to stop himself from shooting as their big breasts bulged around both his arms, almost swallowing them whole.

Below him, Gretchen's and Nina's huge fun-bags were jiggling just centimeters from his aching cock. They were so close to him he could feel their warmth - -

Coach Blue looked down at Nina, and she smiled up at him as she and Gretchen rested their huge tits on his thighs. He managed to nod as Brittany's big boobs brushed up and down his arm, lightly.

Nina and Gretchen now took their busty tits in their hands once again and raised them so that they were almost touching his cock.

"Drink it, Coach - - " Nina said, as Gretchen puckered her lips at him.

"Yes - - " the coach moaned.

"You'll be unstoppable - - " Brooke said.

"Yes - - " the coach said again. He was almost paralyzed by all of the big, heaving tits that were jiggling around him.

"Do you want it?" Brittany whispered into his ear.

"Yes - - " Coach Blue moaned.

"Can you handle it?" Nina asked.

"Yes!" Coach Blue exclaimed.

Their breasts were pressing into him and it was driving him crazy - -

"Then take it - - " Brittany said, as she and Brooke reached behind him and took hold of something, “Take it all!"

They raised the object above his head, and he looked up to see that it was a sports bottle like the kind he often used in practice. The lid flew off and they tilted the bottle over him, soaking him in a blue liquid.

His hair was drenched and he shook some of it off, coaxing some of it to land on the busty blondes at his sides. The girls shook their big breasts around him as the moisture poured over them, drenching their blonde hair and heaving chests.

"YES!" Coach Blue exclaimed, pulling the two blondes to him and grabbing their big breasts.

Below him, Nina and Gretchen were teasing him by bouncing their big boobs just centimeters away from his dick.

"YES!" Coach Blue shouted as he stared down at the two pairs of breasts on his legs.

But he was silenced by Brooke's mouth. She leaned into him and kissed him, passionately. Brittany continued to pour the liquid over them while they kissed, as Gretchen's rack finally collided with Nina's - -

Laura's eyes went wide as her husband started to explode into her mouth. This had been the most exciting blowjob she'd ever given him. He seemed to be enjoying everything she was doing.

Although taken by surprise, she couldn't help but feel a sharp sense of pride in her accomplishment. Her husband's dick throbbed in her mouth - - and each throb was strong and explosive. It was as though a cannon had been lit between her lips, and she couldn't withstand the blow. Semen was filling her mouth and she had to cough to keep from choking on it. As she did so it flew back down from whence it came, along with her own saliva.

She would have giggled if she hadn't lost control of the situation. Her husband was squirming on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets as though he were in pain. It was amusing to see him struggling with this - - or at least it would have been had she been able to handle him.

Coach Blue's eyes were shut tightly as he twisted his head from side to side. He wanted this to last, but at the same time he just wanted to let it all go.

After a while, Laura gave up and let him slip from her mouth. He was still erupting like a geyser, but it was finally coming to an end. Coach Blue's eyes loosened their grip, as did his hands, and he finally began to steady himself and catch his breath as the final drops leaked out.

His eyes were still shut, and he didn't want to open them. He could hear Laura breathing over the sound of his own breathing, and when she stopped he knew that it was to clean herself up. Not wanting any more to do with this, Coach Blue leaned over on his side and tried desperately to go to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sleep never came. He'd woken up a countless number of times in a cold sweat, but hot as a sauna. At first he assumed that it was because he'd gone to bed early. Usually, he went to bed early when he was sick, and that usually worsened his condition at night. But after a while he began having a recurring dream that came to him in pieces each time he fell asleep, and it involved breaking into Paula Swanson's lab and taking a swig of her experiment.

By early morning he had grown completely restless, not to mention bedsore. He had decided to drive to the gym and get an early workout in, in the hopes of tiring himself out. But after a long workout he began feeling lightheaded and feverish, and had gone to his office to rest up.

He recalled a fever he had had more than a year ago, it was particularly bad. He had been hospitalized and for a while things looked grim - - but for the life of him he could not remember any more details.

But as he sat at his desk now, at the school in a town that bred busty women, he remembered how he had felt that day.

This fever of his was somehow worse. He could hide it well. He was able to do all the things he normally could, but his mind knew better than his body. Once the body failed, it wouldn't be long before his mind would follow. As he caught his breath he could feel his fever fading away, ever so slowly.

By mid-morning he was back to his usual self, but that dream like state of being sick had stayed with him - - and so had the crazy notion of Paula Swanson's science. If that thing did everything he believed it to do, then Paula had invented an elixir of some sort - - a cure.

But was this something he wanted to risk?

He paced around his office and thought it over. He knew where the lab was. He knew that Gretchen kept a key in the jewellery box in her room, which he was familiar with. It wouldn't really be breaking and entering, all he really had to do was get inside via invite and the rest would fall in place. As for the actual theft - -

It wasn't as though he were taking money. This was something Paula had concocted herself. It was no more devious than taking an apple from the kitchen table.

As for the reasoning - -

He would not be taking it for the purposes these women kept it locked away. At this point, he felt as though his life were at stake. This was not a heist by any means. It was a bout with survival.

There was no need to rush into this - - yet.

But now that he'd made up his mind, he thought it advantageous to keep up appearances with Paula. Feeling much better now, he grabbed his keys and left the gym.

* * * * * * * * * *

Laura had scolded him when he told her where he was going. She didn't like the idea of him being with Paula any more than he liked being with his own wife. Coach Blue had pulled approval out of her after he explained that he'd only be a few houses down, and if she felt worried she could simply phone.

As he walked out the door and down the walk he saw the living room curtain pull back out of the corner of his eye. He felt confident that Laura would not jeopardize their marriage by betraying his trust, he had secured enough care from her to prevent that. With that in his mind, he happily strolled down the street to the Swanson residence.

When he got to their front porch, he raised his fist to knock on the door. But he stopped in mid-motion when he saw Paula emerge from the side door and walk over to her car in the driveway.

"Paula?" Coach Blue asked.

Paula looked up as she heard her name. It took her a brief moment to find Coach Blue standing at her door.

"Steven?" she asked, “What are you doing here?"

Coach Blue turned to her and put his hands in his pockets.

"I just thought, you know, we hadn't spoken in a while and I just wanted to touch base with you."

Paula looked at him for a moment, then she smiled.

"That's sweet,” she said, “But I was just about to take care of some business elsewhere." She gestured to her professional appearance. "Unless you have some business with me?" she threw in, last minute.

"No, no,” Coach Blue said, staring at his feet before looking back up at her, “Just wanted to be social, you know."

"Ah,” Paula said, “Perhaps another time then."

She opened the door to her car, but before getting in she turned to Coach Blue.

"You'll be pleased to know Gretchen is back,” she said, “Perhaps you and your - - wife - - can come over for dinner some time?"

"That'd be nice,” Coach Blue said, “I'll have to take you up on that."

"Yes, well - - ta ta,” Paula waved.

Coach Blue waved his hand in the air as she started her car and pulled away. He continued to wave as she drove down the street.

Once she was gone, he turned to step off the porch. But before he could do so the door opened. He turned around and was met with Paula's daughter, Gretchen.

"Gretchen!" he said, looking her up and down, “You're back! And you - - are you - - "

He stopped as he stared at her chest. She was wearing a multi-colored striped shirt, it had a satin like appearance and it was filled to bursting from her huge breasts. Coach Blue looked into her big, brown eyes as she rearranged the wavy brown locks dangling over her face. She was all serious, and so he went back to staring at her big boobs.

"Did - - did you - - " He looked at her face, then back to her chest, “Did those - - did they get - - ?"

"Bigger?" Gretchen finished for him.

"Y-yeah - - " Coach Blue mustered as he drooled over the busty sight. Her serious attitude only added to her sex appeal.

Gretchen shrugged, causing her tits to jiggle under her blouse.

"I'm sure they did, but your imagination's probably playing tricks on you. You just haven't seen them in a while."

Coach Blue's eyes were bouncing up and down along with her hard nipples, which were extremely visible protruding through the thin, soft fabric of her shirt.

"I guess you're right." He said, “They're still not as big as Br - - “

He stopped cold as Gretchen's gaze pierced through him. He hadn't done anything in so long he had begun to lose his cool.

"I mean - - " Coach Blue corrected himself, “I guess that T-shirt kind of makes them look bigger."

Gretchen stiffened herself straight as a board and pulled the bottom of her shirt down, stretching it straight.

"Well," she said, “They're still not as big as Brittany's or Brooke's, but they are bigger."

Coach Blue was only mildly aware that he had a monstrous boner. It had become so natural to him that he barely even noticed it anymore.

"Also - - " Gretchen said. She reached out with a soft hand and ran and toyed with his shirt. It danced its way down his chest sexily until it reached the bulge in his pants.

Coach Blue was breathing heavy as Gretchen tilted her head up and whispered at him.

"Maybe it's not just the shirt - - "

He stumbled as he was pulled inside by his cock.

* * * * * * * * * *

Coach Blue breathed, almost in relief, as he lay on Gretchen's soft, pink bed.

Gretchen had not even bothered to undress him, she had simply unzipped and pulled his cock through the zipper. It was pointed directly at her upper body as she stood over him, pulling her top up and over her busty bosom.

Coach Blue's mind was blown as the busty teen managed to pull her shirt over her massive chest. His cock turned to steel as they finally bounced free, jiggling in perfect synchronization with his throbbing cock.

Gretchen winked at Coach Blue as she fixed her top so it stayed scrunched below her neck, leaving her boobs exposed indefinitely. She stood between his legs and giggled as his cock was pointed directly at her chest. She squeezed her big boobs and gazed down into her cleavage, she could Coach Blue's rock hard prick looking directly at her from down on the bed. With the sexiest look of want and ecstasy on her face she gripped both of her huge melons and began bouncing them up and down, as though she was titty-fucking him from up high.

Coach Blue moaned, and subconsciously bucked his hips up, wanting to get in that warm, busty cleavage.

Gretchen could view his cock from between her big tits each time she bounced them in her hands. She looked at the Coach with a face that said she was on the verge of orgasm as he drooled over her big, bouncing hooters.

She slowed her bouncing, and in so doing slowed the coach's bucking of his hips. She gripped her left boob with her right hand, and squeezed her hard nipple with her thumb and index finger. Her right melon was spilling over her skinny forearm, looking as though it were about to burst.

Coach Blue's mouth watered as he stared at her huge milk jugs. He could feed on those babies for weeks, but as much as he wanted her to bury his head between them he wanted her to bury the head of his cock between them even more. It had been so long since he felt a decent pair bulging around his hard prick that he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened. Had it been in this very room?

Gretchen put on the sluttiest look she could muster. She was licking her lips seductively as she hunkered down between the coach's legs, lowering her chest as she did so.

Coach Blue couldn't help but smile from ear-to-ear as Gretchen's massive bust finally filled the background behind his rock-hard cock. He was aching to feel those huge boobs surrounding his whole shaft and he couldn't wait - - it was time to start the show.

Gretchen puckered her lips and blew him a kiss as she pulled her 36Ds apart, as though she were opening a gate.

But just as the gate was going to close around his hard cock the doorbell rang, and Gretchen quickly stood up.

"Shit!" Gretchen exclaimed, her bare boobs bouncing from her abrupt movement.

"Huh?" Coach Blue moaned. He was still mesmerized by her bouncing balloons.

"That's the girls!" Gretchen said, “They're here early."

She quickly pulled her top down, covering her breasts. She turned to her mirror and began fixing her hair.

"What?" Coach Blue said. He pounded a fist down on the bed at his side. "Aw dammit! Damn it all! FUCK!" He yelled.

He couldn't believe his luck. It had been so long since he had a busty babe get him off that he was beginning to forget what it was like. He was finally about to get some with Gretchen, and instead it turned out to be the ultimate tease. He would have cried had he not been so angry.

"You're gonna have to go,” Gretchen said as she put on an earring.

"I know,” Coach Blue said, quickly.

"You know your way out right?"

"I do."

"Good."

"Okay."

"Fine."

"See ya."

Gretchen turned around to look at him. This quick exchanging of words had gotten her angry, and she wanted to look him in the eyes. But her coach was sprawled across the bed staring at the ceiling. As she stared at him, and the huge boner he had which was pointing up at this point, she couldn't help but want to giggle. Her anger, however, made sure that she didn't.

"Hmmmph,” she said, as she walked out the door.

She threw the coach an angry look as she shut the door and left.

Coach Blue buried his face in his hands for a moment. He had been so close - -

Suddenly, he sat up as he remembered why he had come here. If there was ever a chance to accomplish this mission, it was now.

In front of him, on Gretchen's dresser, was the jewellery box he had noted last time. With his pants still around his ankles, he opened it.

Inside was a small handful of jewellery, and a few necklaces, but none of them had anything on them which even resembled a key. He opened up another of the box's compartments. Again, there was plenty of jewellery, but still no key.

He opened up the final compartment, pausing before he did so. He was nervous and sweating. It was as though this was his last chance to find his hopes and dreams - -

The final compartment had almost nothing in it, save for a ring.

The key wasn't here.

Frustrated and angry, he picked the box up off the dresser and shook it above his head. He heard the ring tingling around inside, and then it flew passed his eyes and down his body in a blur of gold. He scraped all the jewellery off the dresser in an angry fit and it, too, flew down towards his ankles.

His mind racing, he quickly pulled his pants up and secured them, shaking them around to rid himself of any loose jewellery that might have fallen on them. With a complete disregard for the shiny objects on the floor he searched around Gretchen's room frantically, trying to make sure he put everything back the way he had it.

After searching for a few minutes, it became clear the key was not present.

Angry, he opened up a drawer at Gretchen's dresser (the only place he had not yet searched), and after viewing its contents he began to relax. It was her bra drawer. He picked up each garment and held the cups in his hands, occasionally lifting them to his head to compare them. He looked at the tag on one of them. It read 36D.

He heard the sound of laughter coming from the living room, and he immediately snapped out of thought. Now calm, he began to fix everything he had searched, including the jewellery on the floor. When he was satisfied Gretchen would not notice a thing, he quietly opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

On his left, just around the corner, was the living room. He could sneak by all the commotion by going through the kitchen, but on his right - -

On his right the hallway led to Paula's workroom.

Quiet as a mouse, he stepped out and began inching his way to the right. He quickened his pace as soon as he knew he was out of earshot, and before long he was standing at the door to Paula's lab. He reached for the doorknob and turned.

Locked.

He couldn't say he was surprised, however, his hopes had been let down. With his head hung, he began making the trip down the opposite end towards the living room. Once there, he peaked around the corner and took in a sight.

The girls Gretchen had mentioned were Nina, Brittany, Brooke, and a few other girls he was unfamiliar with. All of whom were considerably busty.

Coach Blue's pants tightened instantaneously as all of the girls, except Gretchen, began stripping their tops off - - including Nina.

Nina was the last to lose her shirt, and she was facing away from the coach's line of sight. But it was still an erotic sight to see her bare back and bra straps as she lifted her shirt over her heaving chest and over her head of brown hair.

As he looked from girl to girl, he noticed that each of them was wearing a bra, so they weren't completely topless - - yet. He knew that Gretchen, of course, was not wearing one. And she was the only girl who had not taken off her top.

The girls seemed to be engaged in some sort of ritual or game, and Gretchen was the center of their focus for the moment.

Coach Blue couldn't pull his eyes from the busty sight. There had to be seven or eight busty teen girls in there - - seven or eight pairs of big, beautiful breasts bouncing around in his sights.

His heart began beating faster as Nina turned slightly, and he got a nice view of her massive knockers packed away inside a ready-to-burst bra. Pretty soon she turned completely - - and Coach Blue's eyes lit up as he now had a full view of her massive rack.

"Goddamn - - " Coach Blue muttered under his breath, “Fuckin' Nina - - look at those puppies. Look at those fucking bra cups - - I can't wait to see those fucking things without the bra."

As he psychically willed Nina to take off her bra, he began feeling lightheaded. He hand began making its way to the bulge in his pants, but instead he forced both his hands into his pockets. He'd had this feeling dozens of times in the past, and he knew what was next if he didn't do something.

He stiffened his body up and tried to close his eyes, but he found that difficult with all the busty behavior going on in front of him. Unaware that Coach Blue was struggling for his life, the mega-mammed teens continued to go about their "normal" behavior.

Although this seemed to be a gathering of particular importance to these girls, they were doing nothing of particular importance. As Coach Blue backed away down the hallway the girls were engaged in chatting, loitering, and just hanging out in general.

But in Coach Blue's mind the bra-clad beauties were fixing each other's hair, giving each other massages, kissing and making out, taking off their bras, and feeling each other's big beautiful breasts.

These thoughts were not helping his situation.

As his back hit the wall, he feared that he was going to pass out and be discovered. His hands still in his pockets, he decided to wait for it to happen.

But inside his pocket, his fingers ran across something cool. It was a chain of some sort. He managed to grip it with two fingers, and pull it out of his pocket. He held it up in front of his eyes to get a closer look in the darkness.

It was the key.

His heart began beating and his breathing became faster. His mind raced as he struggled to find out how it had gotten there. He must have overlooked it - - then when he was ridding the dresser of the jewellery it had fallen off and somehow made its way into his pocket, almost as though it wanted to come with him.

He stood there examining it for a few minutes, his mind blank yet full at the same time. It took him a few minutes to remember what he needed it for, then it took him a few more minutes to realize that he was already standing next to Paula's lab - - he had backed up all the way down the hall.

Quietly, he turned to his left and slowly inserted the key into the slot. It fit perfectly. He turned it, and received confirmation. Then, making sure he was not seen, he quietly opened the door and stepped inside.

Once there he quietly closed the door and turned on the lights.

In the middle of the room was a table filled with all sorts of scientific equipment. Everything from beakers to microscopes, it seemed like. On the left side of the room was the cabinet he was looking for. It, too, had a lock, and for a brief moment he hoped that the lock was opened with the key in his hand as well. But that thought came and went as he saw that the cabinet was wide open.

On the floor next to the table in the center was a box filled with broken glass. As he looked from the cabinet of vials to the box on the floor, he thought that it might be a problem to dispose of the vials without being heard.

Moreover, he would have to do it in the dark. He couldn't risk someone seeing the lights turned on and being discovered.

His hands went to the squeezable sports bottle at his side. It was the same bottle he used during practices and the like, he had clipped it to his pants before leaving the house.

With a sigh, he uncapped the lid and turned off the lights.

As soon as the lights were off he began the tedious task of filling up his sports bottle with Paula's elixir. The task itself did not take him very long. It took only four vials to fill the bottle completely. But now he began the task of disposing of the empty vials. He couldn't risk being heard, as the room had an echo, and so he was left with no choice but to carefully place each vial in the box amongst other pieces of glass - - at a snail's pace.

As soon as the four vials were carefully disposed of, he gripped his sports bottle and headed for the door.

But halfway there, he decided he should take one for the road. He walked back to the cabinet, took a vial in his hand, and, once again, headed for the door. There was not need to dispose of it here, he could simply do that elsewhere.

Grinning at the accomplishment of his mission, he opened the door and exited the lab. As he strolled down the hallway this time, he had to suppress the urge to whistle. But that feeling subsided halfway down the hall. He was, once more, met with that light headed feeling. He began feeling faint as the dim lights of the living room came into view and he inched his way closer to the busty girls basking in them.

Just before they came into view, he stopped. On his left was the kitchen, and his way out. His mind and better judgment told him to leave, but his body was saying otherwise. His raging hard-on had picked up where it had left off, and he was once more fearing a black out.

He turned to the kitchen, then to the living room, and then to the vial in his hand as he contemplated his next move. One thought kept re-entering his mind.

If the girls had been bra-clad when he left, what were they wearing now?

With a smile, he brought the vial to his lips and choked down its contents. Then, he unzipped and peered around the corner.